"Well, I reckon you can have what you want of mine."
The doctor took up the lamp and held it close to Dale's face.
"Drink?" he asked.
"Never have yet."
Ignoring the presence of Aunt Timmie, he put a few more intimate questions, and a look of gratification crossed his face when the mountaineer had fully answered.
"You'll do," he whispered hopefully. "Don't eat breakfast in the morning, and be here at seven o'clock."
"What's that for?" Dale asked.
"I'll put you under an anæsthetic, and your stomach must be empty."
"What's anæsthetic?"
Doctor Stone explained it.